The Man

that used to exist in theory

I finally got a glimpse of the man that only exists in theory.

It seems like I had wrong assumptions. I was mistaken indeed. That man doesn’t only exist in theory. In fact, he is real, very real. The type of real that a believer carries with him. Yes, he was as real as faith, a reality you don’t see, yet certainly feel. A man who feels like faith, so invisible yet very much seen and recognized. It wasn’t only that factor that made him carry the metaphor of faith so well. There were many others, like the peace accompanied by his mere presence, the soft comfort he delivered on the days that felt rough, and all the vulnerability he spread on the palms of my hands. He stood so steadily, so unshakable, like an undeniable truth, exactly like faith. For the first time, I was not drowning while swimming towards someone. I was floating, moved by the east wind and the water, not by myself, but by fate. I laid calmly on my back on the surface of the ocean, eyes closed against the bright sun, daydreaming about him, the man that resembles faith. But the wind moved me far away from what I thought was my destiny. It directed me towards the west, and I had no rebellion towards the wind or fate. I learned to surrender to what’s written. I knew better than to assume knowing what’s good for me when the wind exists and when fate is something I cannot deny. And I had to let go of the glimpse of what I always wanted to be real, of the man that I thought only existed in theory. He existed in real life too. Ironically enough, he was not mine to keep. He left like faith would too, with a resonating strike over my soul. Because faith never leaves, its beauty will always linger, exactly like the man that used to only exist in theory.